We were walked outside, the freezing night air nipping at my skin as the wind blew.

I could smell him. His scent was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, smelling of firewood and fresh mint, the combination had my head spinning with confusion. I didn't know whether to be afraid or to relax and accept the situation.

I couldn't see him yet, but I knew he was on the territory. My wolf could sense his power so he had to have been in close proximity.

I looked around, seeing many of the pack members gathering to witness what was happening, to see the man many of us believed to be just a myth. A simple story.

I spotted my mother's familiar features near a dimply lit oil lamp post, her petite frame stood out against the height of the men and women surrounding her. I couldn't decipher whether her red nose and puffy eyes were from how cold it was, or whether it were from the shedding of tears. Either way I hated seeing her like this. She deserved so much more.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a wave of raw power hit me, immediately silencing the area and capturing my attention.

I kept my eyes downcast, not wanting to draw attention to myself as the man and Samuels exchanged formalities and the man began at the beginning of the line.

He either just simply looked at a female, or didn't even look at her and just continued walking, the only audible noise being his intake of breath as he breathed in each females scent.

I could sense him near the blonde girl that stood next to me, when I suddenly felt him looming over me.

I stiffened as he buried his nose in my neck, my body wanting to veer back at the sudden invasion of space.

He ran his nose along my collar bone and then he stood up as he began to circle me, my vision watching his feet until they disappeared behind me.

I looked up, seeing my mother in the front if the crowd as she watched with fear. I could smell her fear. It made me sick knowing she was afraid.

From everyone's line of sight I knew he must be well over six feet and powerfully built, because fear was etched on everyone's faces.

I wanted to see what everyone was seeing, what they were all so afraid of. So I did it, without another thought, I looked up.

I gasped as piercing hazel eyes bore into mine and not a moment later, he had me by the wrist, tight enough to secure me, but not enough to hurt me, backing me up and away from the line, pinning me against the stone wall of the house.

He brushed his nose against my skin once more and then suddenly his canines were retracted and buried in my neck, the pain ripping a scream from my throat as I clawed at him desperately, wanting him to stop.

I could smell my blood in the air as he drew back, his lips covered crimson. My blood was on his lips. Mine.

I was paralyzed with fear. This couldn't have been happening. There was no way.

My eyes darted toward my mother who lunged my way instinctually to protect me, but was abruptly intercepted by a large blonde man who lifted her over his shoulder as she screamed and wailed, kicking her legs out as she fought to get down, but she soon disappeared as she was thrown into a vehicle.

With shaking hands I clutched at my neck in disbelief, feeling the area wet with warm liquid, pulling away to see my hands covered with blood, a metallic smell surrounding me.

I looked up to see his eyes trained on my slit lip.

"Who put their hands on you?" He asked in a low voice, his eyes darkening with anger.

I couldn't speak, but I knew better than to leave him without an answer in this moment.

I let my gaze travel to the side where Samuels stood and Kieran sighed, automatically turning knowingly as he began advancing towards Samuels.

Samuels backed up quickly as Kieran let his claws extend.

I thought Kieran was bluffing until he suddenly thrust his hand into Samuels chest, screams echoing in the air as people began scrambling, afraid for their lives. I stood still with fear, watching as Kieran began moving his arm deeper until he found what he was looking for and yanked it out.

My eyes widened as he held out Samuels still beating heart. Samuels' body immediately began to collapsing in on itself as he dropped to his knees, hitting the pavement with a loud thud.

Kieran dropped the heart near the body, as if the organ was a simple piece of trash that was being thrown to the side.

I couldn't think over the horrified screams of some of the pack members, people bumping into me as they ran past. This was really happening and I couldn't get myself to move.

I could feel my body feeling heavy, my limbs seeming to weigh me down as I took an unbalanced step forward and I nearly fell, my eyelids beginning to feel fatigue as I slumped against the stone wall of the house. black clouds lining my vision, my limbs feeling detached as I tried and failed to move.

The last thing I saw was Kieran in front of me and then my world went black.